Sad day
To me the best part of being a senior hunter is all the memories I created getting here but I just lost a best friendship I have had since childhood. My buddy was waiting for a heart transplant but it just didnt work out. Over some 40 years we never lost touch. he taught me to cross country and downhill ski, we snow shoed, hunted, fished, ran trap lines, dug ramps, built four wheel drive trucks, rode four wheelers, camped, canoed, kayaked, caved, worked together as officers in volunteer organizations together. We built and shared a hunting cabin and solved many world problems sitting on the cabin porch watching the stars and listening to the otes howl. My children and his are friends. This is such a loss to me but "MOOSE's" memories will never fade.
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